A Morning in Troy

Alice Miller

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Inside the wooden horse alone

Wooden walls thin enough to let light through


Humid under wooden skin, like the oak can breathe
Like this dull pulse is the horse’s organ

and they’ve pulled down the city’s bells and put in sirens
so now there’s a nothing that rings and rings


          For why it’s all wrong, don’t we always
have answers
                              how our minds shudder
                              like hummingbirds’ wings

how we can no longer tell apart the gods

how above our heads, we handhold

our own low-slung haloes


Inside the wooden horse alone

and now the Trojans are coming closer

                    each voice a grey hook
                                             into flesh


But when they haul me out, we’ll all see
a girl pretending to be a goddess:

                              I cannot make an army.

                              I cannot change shape.


ART: Zachary Tate Porter, Jeannie Vanasco

FICTION: Katya Apekina, John Henry Fleming, Lacy Arnett, Claire Harlan Orsi, Chantel Tattoli

NONFICTION: Emily Carr, Nancy Singleton Hachisu, Johanna Stoberock, Steve Wasserman

POETRY: Janelle Adsit, Ryan Bender-Murphy, Monica Berlin & Beth Marzoni, Dan Chelotti, Lisa Ciccarello, Christopher DeWeese, Elisa Gabbert & Kathleen Rooney, Tyler Gobble, Fanny Howe, Lo Kwa Mei-en, Nick Lantz, Matthew Lippman, Aditi Machado, Alice Miller, Marc Paltrineri, Christopher Rey Pérez, Allan Peterson, Jessica Poli, Lynne Potts, Dan Rosenberg, M. C. Rush, Ed Skoog, Cindy St. John, Russel Swensen, Emily Toder, Laurie Saurborn Young

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